Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.